A Year With The Very Most

by The Very Most

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This is a compilation of four seasonal EPs we recorded in 2009 for Irish label Indiecater. To order the CD, go to www.indiecater.com/a-year-with-the-very-most/

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released January 22, 2010

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Track Name: Today it is Even Better
It's early spring and living's so much easier.
I intend to enjoy my day off with her.
Seasonal Affective Disorder seems to be at bay.
I have not had a walk for what feels like a thousand days.

At Albertson Park, we take our time and talk about
our families and Flight of the Conchords.
The same kind of things that we usually talk about,
but today it is even better.

It's early spring and living's so much easier.
A light sweater feels just right and it looks so good on her.
It just doesn't seem so very long ago
When the cold and the gray were guests with welcomes overstayed.

At Albertson Park, we take our time and talk about
our kids and the new LAKE album.
The same kind of things that we usually talk about,
but today it is even better.
Track Name: April is the Kindest Month
April is the kindest month.
I just can't agree with that Wasteland guy.
It gave me my wife. It gave me my daughter.
It's not too hot, and it's not too cold. It just feels nice.

April is the kindest month.
It rains more than normal, which still isn't a lot.
Especially here where clear skies prevail.
But we still get that rainy smell, it's such a great thing.

And when I'm driving back and forth for work.
The median is green.
Which may sound small, but for a guy like me,
It sadly helps a lot.

April is the kindest month.
When I wake up the sun is shining.
In winter it's like I have to beat myself up
Just to get out of bed, and it takes a while
Cause it feels like night never ended.

And when I'm driving back and forth for work.
The median is green.
Which may sound small, but for a guy like me,
It sadly helps a lot.
Track Name: The Only Pretty Ring Time
It's springtime in Idaho, in Boise, Idaho, and for the next fortnight
It just might not be too cold, just might not be too hot, just might be just right.
We're known as the city of trees, which doesn't make a bit, a bit of sense to me.
Perhaps, compared to Mountain Home, or even Morocco, I could maybe see.

In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing.
In springtime, the only pretty ring time, birds sing.

It's nice to see it's greening up just a little bit, it's quite a welcome thing.
Though my allergies are flaring up from all these budding plants.
My eyes and nose are itching.

I'm the first one to admit this town is very nice, there's no place I'd rather stay.
But Lord, would it kill us both, if you let it be temperate for just a few more days.
Track Name: A Mid-80s Lower-Middle Class Family Summer Road Trip
Summertime, and living isn't easy.
It's 100 in the shade, and it's not even breezy.
No AC in this car, and Spokane is so far.
So I sit, on the vinyl interior of our VW van feeling a little inferior.
Fancy minivans pass us by.
Upper middle class kids waving hi.
They look so happy with their juice box in hand.

Staring at the road, hypnotized by lines after lines.
Were all playin' the game where we call out letters from the signs.
"M" in "motel." "N" in "Wenatchee." "O" in "Pasco." "P" in "Please kill me."
We've been driving so long. So so long. So so long.
I can't take much more of this.

I fell asleep.
A nervous, fleeting, scary sleep.
Fighting back nightmares of our fiery death from a semi jack-knifed right in front of us.
I woke when I thought that we'd expired, and a sign said "Spokane 7 miles."
So tonight we'll sleep and tomorrow we'll be in the cool, deep, dark embrace of the lake.

Now, we're swimming at Coeur D'Alene lake.
Water goes for miles.
I realize this was not a mistake.
Trees like we just don't see in the city of trees tower o'er
in the park by the beach there, grass between my toes.
Yeah, this is great, this is great here.
I don't need a nice van, or even air conditioning, since I have this sky, have these trees, have this park.
They can't take it from me.
Track Name: The Motor-Vu Lights
On a Saturday before it gets too dark
On the Greenbelt we'll find our favorite spot.
We can walk with the kids, maybe skip a few rocks.
Later we'll have some lunch at Mazzah and talk.

Summer days are long and hot, so we go and have some fun but when we dream, dream of snow.

Next weekend, we'll pack up and leave late at night.
Drive a while, 'till we see the Motor-Vu Lights.
Double feature for just six dollars a head.
This place feels alive and the multiplexes feel dead.

Summer days are long and hot, so we go and have some fun but when we dream, dream of snow.

Summer, it drains you.
It dries you up and strains you.
It turns everyday life into a mild ordeal.
But sometimes it's just right.
Track Name: You're in Love With the Sun
Your summer love he's known by everyone.
Your summer love he's well known by everyone.
But I know your secret: you're in love with the sun.

Your summer love he's above and on the run.
Your summer love he's above and on the run.
But I know your secret: you're in love with the sun.

And no one else can compare.
No star in the night.
No star in the night.
And when you feel the warm summer air.
It just feels right.
It just feels right.
You're in love with the sun.

Your summer love he's loved by everyone.
Your summer love he's well-loved by everyone.
But I know your secret: you're in love with the sun.

And no one else can compare.
No star in the night.
No star in the night.
And when you feel the warm summer air.
It just feels right.
It just feels right.
You're in love with the sun.
Track Name: Fireworks
Fireworks, in the sky, on the 4th of July.
Fireworks, in the sky, on the 4th.

Fireworks, in the sky, reflecting in your eyes.
Fireworks, in the sky reflecting.
Track Name: When Summer Finally Dies
So much is changing, but I won't cry when summer finally dies.
It's such a comfort, when leaves drift down.
It's like a blanket for my town.

Yeah, the fall's my time.
Other countries may not get that line.

It's such a great thing not to have to run.
Our awful A/C all night long.
Or to wear my jacket for the first time
Since March's brisk, overcast clime.

Yeah, the fall's my time.
Other countries may not get that line.

One Halloween, when I was a crazed teenager, I was dressed up like Al Roker and I kept interrupting people.
But I never dressed as anything so scary as when I took a clock with me and I dressed up just like Flavor Flav.

So much is changing, but I won't cry when summer finally dies.
It's such a comfort, when leaves drift down.
It's like a blanket for my town.

Yeah, the fall's my time.
Other countries may not get that line.

One Halloween, when I was a mild-mannered child, I was dressed up like Oscar Wilde and absolutely no one got it.
But I never dressed as anything so scary as when I took a clock with me and I dressed up just like Flavor Flav.
Track Name: Sweater
You're green, and you have a big hole.
You have brown toggle and I love you so.
In fall, I wear you every chance I have and on autumn nights, I wear you until I can't stand it.

Yeah, you're my favorite sweater and
I love you so, so much
Oh so much
Love you very much.

Yeah, you're my favorite sweater and
I love you so, so much
Oh so much
Love you very much.
Track Name: Autumn Air
The autumn air handicaps my lungs.
I wonder where the sick feeling comes from?

But it's not right to second guess the wind that blows through me.
Cause I can clearly see, it's destined for the trees.
Grass makes cracks in sidewalks and it tickles people's feet.
It wants to be so free, so it thrashes up the street.

The autumn air handicaps my lungs.
I wonder where the sick feeling comes from?

But it's not right to second guess the wind that blows through me.
Cause I can clearly see, it's destined for the trees.
I own the wilderness and it tells secrets to my bones.
It wants to shake me hard, the next time I'm alone.
Track Name: Away in a Manger
Away in a manger no crib for a bed.
The little lord Jesus lay down His sweet head.
The stars in the heavens look down where He lay.
The little lord Jesus asleep in the hay.

Asleep, asleep, asleep

The cattle are lowing, the poor baby wakes.
But little lord Jesus no crying He makes.
I love you lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle 'till morning is nigh.

Is nigh, is nigh, is nigh

Asleep, asleep, asleep
Track Name: It's the Best Thing
The sky is very bright even though it's night.
It's starting to snow and I can see it through the streetlight.
It's the best thing.

And on my street, it's cold and it's completely silent
except for my little girls' excited shrieks.
It's the best thing.
Track Name: When Does the Goodwill Start?
It's December again and the stress level's rising.
Cause it's Christmas.
Yeah it's Christmas.
We spend hours shopping instead of with loved ones.
Cause it's Christmas.
Yeah it's Christmas.
And here's the frustrating part: When Does the Goodwill Start?
Cause all I see are people being the same messed-up people they were last week, last month, and last year.

Forgive us Father we know not what we do.
Cause it's Christmas.
Still it's Christmas.
And I know it's wrong what they do in your hallowed name.
But it's Christmas.
It's still Christmas.
And here's the frustrating part: when does peace on Earth start?
Cause all I see are people being the same unkind people they were last week, last month, and last year.
Track Name: Kite
Kite in the sky, watch it fly.
I sat there and sang out loud with the sun beating down.
I'm a moth attracted to light.
That twinkles in your eye.

I sincerely love the treeline and the birds and the beeline and the wind blowing me around.
Take a long walk, I bet it'll help.
Wear sunblock and sing in the sound.
I will follow the summer's sunlight like a moth attracted to lamplight.

Kite in the sky, watch it fly.
I sat there and sang out loud with the sun beating down.
I will follow the summer's sunlight like a moth attracted to lamplight.